Guernsey Poets

I can’t concentrate this morning, on my work, my poetry There’s 4 cowboy builders, banging next door I’m going round, with Harry, and one-...

And now they've gone. Where the stairs thundered, silence. Where guitars or music blared, quiet. The chatter at the table, gone. ...

How wonderful the sound Of near silence So peaceful, so calm So tranquil You can almost feel Your thoughts Traversing, transcending F...